The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Secretly watching as they
Gossip about me.

The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Making up lies
To try and be popular.

The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
As I think and wonder
Why do I live
In this ruined world?

End of the poem

15 random poems

 

Poetry by subject

Some external links:

The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

Talking Writing Monster.

Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US

Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe

Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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